by Sable Sylvan
“Oh, Connor,” moaned Noel. Connor had fucked her harder and faster than she’d ever fucked herself, with her toys, but she’d been able to take it. The only thing she couldn’t accept was being denied a climax. She reached up and touched Connor’s chest. She felt the mark and for a second, thought about what she’d thought about the whole time – about whether or not she was Connor’s mate. She was sure she had to be, that it had to be fated, but…until they both came, there was no way of telling. The one thing that could give her closure could go one of two ways. Either she was Connor’s fated mate, or, she wasn’t. Not knowing meant that there was still a possibility that Noel was meant for Connor and that he was meant for her.
“Come for me, babe,” ordered Connor. “Don’t hold back. I need you to come for me.”
Connor bit down on Noel’s neck, nibbling her lightly while sucking her skin into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her supple skin. His bear roared – it could sense that Connor was close to claiming his fated mate.
Connor’s love bite broke Noel’s train of thought, her anxiety about whether or not she was really his mate or not, and that bite set her free. With her train of thought having gone ninety degrees off the rails, Noel was taken out of her head. Connor was like the prince in that story who woke the sleeping princess – and if memory served, Snow White also had seven protective older brothers. Now, Noel could focus on the sensations happening to her body.
Noel felt Connor run his hands over her full back and rake her body with his fingers, digging into her curves. Noel gripped Connor’s big, muscular back with her nails and let out a loud shout as she came around Connor’s cock.
Connor felt Noel close down around him. Finally, it was time. Finally, he could let loose the load. He splashed into Noel, sliding back and forth inside of Noel’s wet canal as he made it even wetter.
As Connor and Noel came at the same time, Connor’s eyes flashed bright amber, like a soft, warm white Christmas light. Noel put her hand on Connor’s chest and watched as it started to glow bright white. The black airplane mark tripled in size. To the left and right, another set of airplane marks appeared, in bright white. Then, suddenly, the image ‘mirrored,’ with three sets of airplane-shaped marks appearing below those three marks. The five new airplane-shaped marks glowed bright white, while the black airplane-shaped mark in the center of Connor’s chest turned bright gold.
“Connor…that mark,” started Noel. “That’s not an airplane at all. It was the paper snowflake I made – this whole time, it just had to be unfolded like, well, a paper snowflake! We are meant to be together – and you’ve had a piece of my family tradition on your chest this whole frikkin’ time! Well – part of the time.”
“I don’t need some silly mark to tell me you’re my true love, Noel,” said Connor, pulling Noel close to kiss her on the forehead.
“I can’t believe that after all this drama at The Wreath, things are finally settled – I’m your mate, and you, well,” said Noel, lying down next to Connor. “You’re the best gift I got this Christmas.”
“So what’s next for us?” asked Connor.
“Well…I’m not really into the whole ‘long-distance’ thing, but until we can be together, I guess that’s what we’ve got to do,” said Noel. “I have a crazy idea, though.”
“How crazy is it?” asked Connor.
“Why don’t you come back to Miami with me for a week and trade the cold snow in for some hot sand, trade the cocoa for some Cuba Libres?” asked Noel. “I have my own place. We could talk about our plans for the future before we temporarily go our separate ways, and nobody could interrupt us.”
Noel ran her fingers over Connor’s chest. She traced around the snowflake shaped mate mark. She couldn’t believe that together, she and Connor had finally cracked the code of his mate mark, figuring out who the heck he was meant to be with, after all these years. Fate had a funny way of working things out in the end.
“That sounds like the perfect start to our happily ever after,” agreed Connor.
And it was.
Epilogue
Thanksgiving, 2012
“I still can’t believe you brought me here,” said Noel, following Connor into the dark building. Connor had landed his plane at his private hangar. They were flying from Seattle to Nuthusk. Connor had had multiple hangars for his private planes and choppers – cheap buildings on cheap real estate, sometimes rented out to other pilots. Noel had moved to Seattle and was working at Bear Claw Bakery’s corporate offices. She’d learned that she still had a lot of learning to do before she started a bakery line of her own. As their new head of seasonal product development, Noel always brought home delicious boxes of pumpkin spice and peppermint things. She was even working on her own recipe for pumpkin spice muffins.
“What, is it not tradition to bring a woman to your hangar until after she marries you?” asked Connor.
“I’m halfway there,” said Noel, flashing her hand. “I just thought you might be, y’know, scared I might just take off in one of your planes or something.”
“That is the plan,” said Connor, flicking on the lights to the hangar.
In the center of the hangar, there was a large box. It was huge. It was larger than a frikkin’ van, and it was wrapped in wrapping paper, with a huge bow and tag on the front.
“Oh…my goodness,” said Noel, hands flying to her face as she walked toward the center of the hangar before turning back to face her lover. “Connor…”
“Huh, that’s funny,” said Connor. “Looks like you’ve got an early Christmas present.”
Noel walked over to the box. She wrapped the ribbon around her arms and tugged it, hard. She fell flat on her ass, with the ribbon still tied to the package.
“Need some help?” asked Connor. He helped his fated mate up from the floor. Then, he came up behind Noel and brushed his hard crotch against the small of her back. They grabbed the bow together and tugged. The bow came apart. The walls of the box started to come down.
Connor pulled Noel out of the way of the falling pieces of thin cardboard. The sides of the box came down, the top flopping to the side with the rest of the parts, revealing a tiny airplane. It looked antique and brand new at the same time. It was a biplane with a propeller at the front, painted crimson red and forest green with gold accents.
“Connor…you got me a frikkin’ plane?” asked Noel.
“Calm down – it’s a used mail plane that I had refurbished and repainted,” explained Connor. “I know a guy. The only things it’s missing are a pilot and a name.”
“I’ll have to think on the name, but I do know a pilot,” said Noel, tapping her fingers on Connor’s chest. Connor took Noel’s tapping hand and pressed it back against Noel’s chest.
“I was serious when I talked about you flying,” said Connor. “I’ve signed you up for lessons from a buddy of mine. Same guy from Clan Marron that taught me how to fly. You have a month before your job at the Nuthusk branch of Bear Claw Bakery starts, and uh, he happened to be free. I have a cabin out here so we can spend some time alone…time I’ll be looking forward after today. I have half a mind to put you in that thing and see if you can fly it to Nuthusk without training. Imagine the looks on my Clan’s faces.”
“Me? In that?” asked Noel. “Wow…Connor, I don’t know what to say.”
“A ‘thank you,’ could be nice, but, it’s a mythical phrase I’ve rarely heard you utter, so I’m not holding my –” started Connor.
“Thank you, Connor, it’s an amazing gift – and the box was a lot bigger than the one I was expecting to find under the tree this year,” said Noel.
“Damn, girl, I gave you a plane, and you gotta insult my cockpit?” asked Connor, rubbing Noel’s hand along his crotch.
“That’s not what I –” started Noel, laughing, but then, she went, “Oh!”
“Yeah,” said Connor. “This gift is big too.”
“Do we have time?” asked Noel.
“Depends on h
ow fast I can make you come,” said Connor.
Connor gripped Noel’s hips in his hands, and they started to dance to a song with no beat but the beat of their hearts. Noel grabbed onto the wing of the sturdy plane and arched her back. Connor grinded his hard cock against her thick ass. Noel was wearing tight, low-cut jeans, the kind stylish in Miami, along with a flannel shirt – one of his, borrowed, as she hadn’t ever gotten around to buying a cold-weather wardrobe. Through the tight jeans, Connor could see every curve of Noel’s butt. Her thickness pressed against the fabric, drawing it taut. Connor ran a finger over her full cheek and sent a chill down Noel’s spine. As Noel shivered, her butt jiggled beneath Connor’s finger.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” groaned Connor.
Noel reached back and took Connor’s hand. She moved his finger down from her butt to her slit, where he could feel a damp heat.
“Wet, too,” said Noel, looking back at Connor and raising an eyebrow. “The only question is, can you handle this tropical storm, pilot?”
“I’ve flown through harsher conditions,” said Connor, undoing his belt and removing it from his pants. “The only question is, are you ready for me to enter the eye of your hurricane?”
“I think I need to get strapped in first,” said Noel, eying the belt.
“Shit, babe, you have me here thinking you don’t trust me to keep you safe,” whispered Connor. “No problem – I can get you strapped up. But that doesn’t mean you won’t be feeling more than a little turbulence.”
Connor wrapped the belt around Noel’s thigh.
“What’re you doing?” asked Noel.
“Put your hands against the plane,” ordered Connor.
“Ooh, you’re a cop now?” asked Noel.
“No – but I need you to cooperate if you’re going to be my co-pilot,” said Connor.
“I thought you gave me the plane so I could be the pilot,” said Noel, arms crossed.
Connor uncrossed Noel’s arms gently and turned her around. He unfurled her arms and placed her palms on the smooth, cold metal of the plane.
“Feel that stillness?” asked Connor. “That’s because the engine’s off.”
“Then we better get the engine running,” said Noel, turning to face Connor while still palming the surface of the biplane – of her plane.
“Trust me,” said Connor. “You already started mine.” Connor pulled down his boxers, revealing a thick shaft.
Noel reached to undo her pants, but Connor slapped her hand away.
“Hey!” squealed Noel.
“I told you – keep your hands on the plane,” Connor chastised. “I’m the pilot. Let me give you The Ride.”
Connor reached forward and undid Noel’s pants. He slid them down and slipped one of her legs out of the jeans. The other leg, the one with the belt wrapped around it, was left inside the jeans. Connor reached up and carefully slid Noel’s panties down, inch by inch, feeling her flesh quiver beneath his slow and firm touch.
“Get on with it already,” begged Noel.
“Airplane safety is paramount – I’m just making sure my passenger’s ready for The Ride,” said Connor. He traced his finger around Noel’s entrance and quickly dipped in a digit. Noel moaned aloud. Connor took the finger into his mouth and licked. Connor’s bear roared – the mate was ripe, very ripe. This mating could be the very one that brought him a set of cubs. After all, they’d already had a quickie beach wedding in Miami, and Noel had been to the doctor for a pre-pre-natal checkup for just that purpose – to get knocked up by Connor, hard.
The thought of filling Noel with his seed, with his cubs, filled something else – Connor’s already rock-hard cock. A squirt of precum oozed out the tip. He palmed the dot and rubbed it over his shaft.
“You ready for take-off, babe?” asked Connor.
“Are you?” asked Noel. “You keep teasing me, Connor, and I –” Before Noel could finish her sentence, she was interrupted, by her own moans. Connor entered her, filling the start of her canal.
“Do I feel ready?” whispered Connor as he pulled Noel’s hair back away from the nape of her neck.
Noel kept her hands on the plane as Connor pumped in and out of her. Her breasts faced down toward the floor and jiggled, hitting her below her chin as Connor pushed her body back and forth. She swore she heard the plane squeak. Noel was worried they might tip her brand-new toy over and end up breaking it before she had even had a chance to fly it!
Connor finally took the strap of the belt in his hand and pulled. Noel steadied herself as her leg went into the air. Connor used the belt to pull Noel’s leg open and closed, back and forth, making her body tighten around his cock and then, open back up.
“Fuck,” moaned Noel.
“Is that any way to talk to your pilot?” asked Connor.
“Is that any way to treat your passenger?” retorted Noel. “I thought the customer was always right!”
“Not when you’re up in the air,” said Connor.
“Well, we’re not in the air, are we?” asked Noel.
“No,” said Connor with a wicked grin that Noel knew meant trouble. “I guess we’re not.
Connor removed the belt and tossed it aside.
“It seems you want things to be more…grounded,” said Connor. “Get prepared for a bumpy landing, babe.”
Noel felt herself falling backward. She tried to pull herself up, but the force pulling her back was too strong! Noel hit the ground. She was straddling Connor in the reverse cowgirl position while Connor’s hot body lay on the cold ground of the airplane hangar.
“It’s just me, babe,” whispered Connor. “I know how you like it…and you know how I like it. You seem to want to be in control, so why not take control of my cockpit and show me what you got?”
Noel turned herself around so she could face Connor.
“Ooh, Connor, you really are a bad boy,” said Noel. “Here I was, thinking you were a reformed bad boy, but you’re still bad to the core, aren’t you?”
“That’s right, baby, talk dirty to me,” growled Connor. “I’ve been real Naughty – so what are you going to do about it?”
“I’m going to show you the true meaning of Naughty,” threatened Noel.
“That’s what I like to hear,” groaned Connor as Noel rode him, hard.
Noel pressed down on Connor’s shoulders with her hands, using his body as her sturdy foundation to help her balance her hips over his crotch. She moved her ass in circles, twisting around Connor’s cock and making him moan beneath her.
Then, Noel stopped, pulling Connor out so merely an inch of his cock was inside her.
“Babe,” begged Connor. “You know I need it.”
“You’ve been Naughty, and the last time I checked, the only way for you to get what you want…is to do something Nice,” said Noel.
“Something Nice?” asked Connor. “How about this?”
Connor reached up and grabbed Noel’s ample bosom in his two hands, causing his cock to ache for Noel’s canal even more. He reached underneath Noel’s bra and popped one of her breasts out. He pulled it out of the V-neck opening of her fancy-schmancy silk blouse and licked the nipple.
“Fuck,” moaned Noel.
“That Nice enough?” asked Connor.
“It’s Nice – but not enough,” said Noel.
“Then how about this?” asked Connor, taking the nipple into his mouth and grazing it with his teeth.
“More,” begged Noel.
Connor reached a hand between Noel’s legs and played with the particular spot at the start of her sex.
“Fuck!” moaned Noel. “That’d do the trick.”
“Cursing? So close to Christmas? If you’re not careful, you might just get on The Naughty List,” teased Connor.
Connor released Noel’s titty and used the hand previously on Noel’s breast to guide her hips on and off of his cock.
Noel felt Connor hit the end of her canal and then, back up a bit. Noel gasped as Connor found her speci
al spot. He kept his cock inside of her, twitching the head back and forth against her G spot while his fingers strummed between her labia. It was enough to drive her over the edge.
Noel came around Connor and soon, felt Connor release inside of her. He slipped out of her, and the two lovers lay back on the hard ground of the hangar.
“That…was something else,” said Noel, before she got up and started to change back into her clothing.
Connor got up from the ground and pulled his pants back up.
“You think the Clan will notice we uh, took a bit of a detour?” asked Noel.
“Nah – I mean, we have sex hair, rumpled clothes, and our clothes stink of, y’know, sex, but there’s no way they’ll catch on,” said Connor sarcastically.
“Ah heck,” said Noel, looking down at her dirty clothes. “I was hoping to make a good first impression.”
“I have a little ‘cabin’ on the property, with a shower and iron,” said Connor. “We can get cleaned up there…but I can’t promise I won’t just get you dirty again.”
“Wait. Hold up, pilot,” said Noel. “You have a cabin here, and you decided to frikkin’ take me in the hangar instead of on a comfy bed? You have some nerve!”
“And you have some ass,” said Connor, slapping Noel’s butt. “Besides…I had some other business in the hangar, business I still have to take care of. This mail plane has one more important delivery to make.”
Connor walked up to the plane and reached into the passenger’s seat of the refurbished mail biplane.
“You know how we were talking about packages earlier?” asked Connor. “Well…I have another one for you, for today.”
Connor opened a toolbox that was in the plane. He pulled out a necklace box. Connor opened the box. Inside, there was a silver chain. On the chain was a set of rings. The first ring was made of white gold. The second ring was made of a mix of white and yellow gold. The middle ring was made of yellow gold. The fourth ring was made of a blend of yellow and pink rose gold. The final ring was made of rose gold.